"Look at that beautiful house! Those flowers!"
"Oh wow! I can't see the house, but I do see flowers.
They're bougainvillea."
"That's what I was talking about."
We were on a pilgrimage, and I had
unknowingly sighted our destination from the road. We were winding our way up
into the foothills outside of Mission Viejo, in search of St. Michael's Abbey
and the Norbertine Fathers. We had heard that it was beautiful there, and we
hoped to be able to join the community in their prayer. We were not
disappointed!
Right as we arrived, the
Norbertines in their white habits were filing into the chapel for midday
prayer. After some trouble finding a place to park, we discovered that the
giant 20ft bougainvillea bushes we had seen from the road belonged to the
abbey. There were swallows busy about the eaves of all the buildings. As we
approached the chapel through the garden, we could hear the beautiful chant
coming through the open doors. We managed to slip in and sit in the back
for the last half of prayer, though some of the squirmier children staying just
outside in the garden with Logan. After prayer we did some more looking around.
Most pathways were part of the cloister and closed to us, but we did find a
path with the stations of the cross leading up a small hill with a wonderful
view of the surrounding countryside. There at the foot of the cross of the last
station, we prayed as a family.
First, we drew a rough outline
of Africa in the dirt, and marked the approximate location of Kumbo, Cameroon.
Then, we prayed repeat-after-me style with the children, asking God to bless
our family, bless our mission, and help us to do God's will and love everyone,
especially each other. It was a very touching moment, the highlight of our
little visit to the Abbey. The rest of the visit was beautiful and fun,
but that moment together as a family offering our mission to God at the foot of
the cross held the most meaning.
I love and cherish moments like that, moments that lift up
the low parts of life: the dreary and monotonous chores, the grief and the
anger and confusion. Right now we are entering into a new time of
transition, we will be moving to a new place and taking on new jobs and
figuring out how to communicate in a new language and live in a new culture,
but it is moments like these which will support us and propel us forward.
-Eric
First comment!
ReplyDeleteI am very happy you are blogging. I think you need to post lots of pictures! I would like to see St. Michael's abbey.
God bless you on your journey to Africa, and to Him.
ReplyDeleteYou write so well, and your story of offering your work to God was inspiring and brought tears to my eyes! I look forward to following your journey. Thank you for writing this blog.
Godspeed!
--Lawton's mom
I'll be following your journey here!
ReplyDeleteHah! I love both your (y'all's?) writing style.
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